Free Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance by Natasha Tanner, Amelia Clarke Page B

own man and I shouldn’t have stood in your way,” he said as he clapped a hand on Jacobs back.  “I thought I was protecting you, that’s all.”
    “I know dad.  I appreciate that, but I’m not some little kid that needs your protection any longer.  At some point you have to allow me to live my life.  Sometimes shit happens, but you know I’m not out there asking for it.  I don’t want to be a casualty any more than you want me to be.  I’ve wanted to be in this club since I was old enough to understand what the leather vests meant, but right now, right this second, I’m more focused on the woman that’s holed up with those assholes.”
    “Have you noticed anything useful since you’ve been watching?” James asked as he looked towards the building.
    “Not much.  There’s a couple guys at either side of the front door but I think they’re fairly shorthanded.  I haven’t seen anyone coming and going so everyone else they have is inside.”
    “The men and I had planned to go in the back.  That seem like an alright plan to you?”
    “Sure, yeah, I think that’s looking like our best bet.  Sneak in and take them by surprise.  If we move quietly we might be able to get fairly deep before they even realize we’re there.  I want to make this clear though.  You guys can do whatever you want, but my mission is to get Lauren out of there unharmed.  You and your men can sneak in and then slowly take them out and keep them distracted while I find her.  This is on me; I want to be the one to rescue her.”
    “I get it.  I know that deep desire to save your woman.  I had the same feeling for your mother…I wish every single day that I’d been successful,” James said, a sadness crossing over his features to wrinkle his forehead.  He coughed and cleared his throat, “…but don’t worry.  We’re gonna get it right this time.  Those fuckers are going to pay.”
    “Not my woman yet,” Jacob said as an aside.
    “What?” his father asked.
    “She’s not my woman yet.”
    “You’re doing all this for someone you haven’t even banged?” James asked with a small chuckle.
    “No, I haven’t banged her yet, but I’m going to make her mine.  I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.  It’s that feeling, ya know?  It’s just in here,” Jacob said as he motioned towards his chest.  “But I can’t be with her if I can’t get her out of there,” He said nodding towards the clubhouse.
    “Yeah, alright.  We’ll go get your girl Crotch Rocket.”
    “Uh…what?” Jacob said, his forehead creasing in confusion.
    “Oh yeah, we all saw your pretty little girly bike back there.  Don’t even think you’re ever going to live that down.”
    “You’re fucking kidding me…Crotch Rocket…that’s what you’re all going to call me now?”
    “Hey, if the name fits,” James said with a smile, the first smile that Jacob had seen in years.
    “Shit…I just want you to know, I didn’t have any other options.”
    “That don’t matter.  Ok, enough talking, let’s get busy CR.”
    “Fuck you,” Jacob whispered as he watched James motion to the other men to move in closer.  They explained to the others that the plan had remained the same and that they were all going to circle around to the back.  For now, they would leave the two men guarding the front because taking them out would create unnecessary noise and would give them away.  Jacob clarified that he would be going in solely for Lauren and that the others were to take care of the rest of the Diablo’s.  They all nodded their agreement and began to move.
    They moved deliberately, each man carefully plotting their next step, a gun in their hands, prepared for what was coming next.  These men weren’t new to club disputes.  Every single one of them had proven themselves before.  All of them carried scars and memories of past fights and every single one of them would have laid their life down for another member.  That